[Snoop Dogg] West Coast... it´s time to stand up nigga
We gon´ unite ´round this motherfucker one time I´m callin´ every real Crip nigga and every real B-Dogg, to the table right now Yeah... we gon´ push a real line right now See if y´all with this real gangsta guerrilla shit
Have you ever seen 100,000 Rip riders from the side Blue Chuck´s, blue rags, grey clouds, blue skies On the move, can´t lose, Hill Street blues Niggaz gotta pay they dues on the crews or with the uzi spray these suckas then I cruise, my granny saw it on the news She shook up, look up and then she put me on the move I tried to get away, but I couldn´t get far
Cause the homies had the loop-loop that night at King Park And I got into a squab, got caught and went to jail Straight to the County with no motherfuckin´ bail 4800 with this Crippin´, oh well My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail He said trip Dogg, ya better get right, Crip right Eyes open ´cause niggaz get stuck on seez-ight It ain´t no motherfuckin´ problem - pop-pop, tick-tock Never flip-flop, 20 Crippin´ til I drop
[Chorus] Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot Ca-rip
[The Game] Is I, in the motherfuckin´ S-5 With the red bandana double knotted ´round the rearview Niggaz see clear through, they know that it´s Game Cherry red Lowenhart´s let ´em know that I bang So bang, like Snoop in "Deep Cover" I got the seat reclined, fo-five under the white-T, smothered Dippin´ down Green Leaf, I ain´t got no enemies Been shot five times, now I bleed Hennessy And bang for my niggaz locked up, they can´t stop us It ain´t a gangsta party ´til we go and dig Pac up
I´m Dr. Martin Luther King with two guns on Hughey P. Newton with Air Force One´s on I gangbang but I´m the opposite of Tookie Williams Red Lambo´, red bandana print ceilin´ Me and Snoop got the West Coast locked Red and blue rag tied in a knot With all my motherfuckin´ homies yellin´ out
[Chorus] So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip
[The Game] I ran outta gas in Long Beach, I´m stuck Ain´t no Bloods and all I see is blue Chuck´s
Hopped out the ´6-trey, nowhere to go Til´ Snoop pulled up in that Pittsburgh Steeler ´6-4 We "Just Dippin", one Bloodin´ one Crippin´ I´m on that Bulls shit, throwback Scott´ Pippen Moral is, my bandana hangin´ from the left side So if you ain´t a Crip or a Blood, just throw up Westside
[Snoop Dogg] (What up Blood?) Yeah cuz, we just tippin´ Me and Game doin´ thangs, switchin´ lanes, Hurricanes on my feet Stop, and C-Walk to the beat Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street Eastside LBC, gun in my hand It´s the turf by the surf but we don´t play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out Let it C known, nigga welcome to the Thunderdome
[Chorus] Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot So whooot, so whooot, so whooot, so whooot Ca-rip, Ca-rip, Ca-rip...
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